Page 81 of Set the Moment
“You.” I sigh, rolling my head back as Georgia rolls her eyes.
“They just let anybody in here these days…” She purses her lips, stepping to the side to let me in. “Now what’re you—”
I don’t give Georgia the time to finish her sentence as I make my way to the sleeping pink haired girl's bedroom, already knowing Cleo isn’t home after checking her location.
Sienna is laid halfway across her bed in a cute little purple and white flower pajama set, snoring softly, when I enter her room. Chuckling quietly, I take a seat on the side of the bed that she’s not occupying and snap a picture of her sleeping, but just as I’m about to put the phone away, a hand shoots out to grab it.
My heart falls out of my ass as I jump off the bed, looking at the now veryawakewoman. Sienna’s eyes are unfocused as she groans, stretching and yawning.
Her voice is groggy and riddled with sleep as she rubs her eyes and asks, “What happpened?”
Instead of responding like a normal person would, I kiss her cheek and pick her up bridal style. Her eyes bulge out of her head as I walk her out of her apartment and down to the Granturismo.
She doesn’t say anything as she looks around her new environment, taking it in as I put the car in reverse and take us to the loft.
On the way there, I hum whatever’s playing on my Bluetooth and she remains quiet the entire trip. Sienna allows me to carry her back up to the loft, without a word. I think she may have fallen back asleep but when she looks up at me, I know that she hasn’t. Entering the loft, I make a beeline to the kitchen and place her on the island.
Sienna hisses as her butt makes contact with the cold surface, and I kiss her lips quickly, stunning her before leaving to get our breakfast from the car.
She has no clue what we’re doing today, which is great because if she knew what I had up my sleeves…She’d probably kill me.
When I get back up to the loft, Sienna has brushed her teeth and is lounging on the couch on her phone. Her face lights up like a kid in a candy store when I place our breakfast in front of her.
“You really know the way to a woman's heart,” she mumbles over a mouthful of chocolate chip pancakes as I take a bite of my own blueberry ones.
We sit in a content silence, scarfing down our sugary breakfasts until Sienna clears her throat, her sharp gaze calculating as she eyes me.
“You didn’t just drag me out of bed, feed me chocolate chip pancakes, and sat here quietly eating for nothing, Heart. Spit it out,” she says, setting her food down and resting back in the seat.
I grin as I mimic her actions, setting aside my own food. She’s going to have a heart attack when she sees what I have planned for her. Sienna might’ve thought that being a backpack on my bike was crazy, but this might just be insane.
“Finish your food, angel. There’s so much that I have planned.” I grin maniacally, twisting the stubble on my upper lip like a mad scientist with a curly mustache.
Sienna rolls her eyes at me. “That wasn’t vague or creepy at all.”
It takes her about forty minutes to finish her food, take a quick shower, and throw on some of my clothes. By the time she’s done getting ready, we’re cutting it close for our appointment time. Sienna comes skipping down to the lower level of the loft, a smile on her clean face as she stops in front of me. My clothes drown her, my white and orange SFU hoodie hangs around her thighs and my large basketball shorts make her look like she has chicken legs.
When we finally make it to the car with about ten minutes to spare before we’re late, Sienna turns to me in her seat. “So…what’s on the agenda for today?”
A lot…
Instead of answering her, I tilt my head, looking up at her with a daring smirk. “Do you trust me?”
She smiles sweetly, but I can see through her feisty mask as she gets closer to my face, her cool minty breath dancing against my skin.
“As far as I can throw you.”
Sienna and I’s ride to Ink and Tales is filled with laughter, singing, and her asking questions about where we’re going. She reminds me so much of her younger self, and I love it. She’s still the girl with the overactive imagination and too many questions to count that I remember.
When we arrive at the tattoo shop, Sienna’s brows furrow, creating a deep V between them as her eyes track between the shop and my own green ones.
“Why are we here? Are you getting my name tattooed? I mean I’d be flattered, but–”
“No, you little pyscho…we’re here to get number 19 crossed off of that list of yours.” I chuckle, holding an arm out to usher her into the studio as she frowns.
“My name would’ve been hotter—especially on your forehead.” She shrugs as I snicker behind her and her large pink curls.
This girl…
